My brother, William Van Poyck, is no longer on death row for a murder he did not commit. While the state of Florida executed him on June 12, 2013, his Spirit was set free to soar to a higher place in Peace. Thanks to the many followers of Bill's blog. He was deeply humbled by and cherished each letter he received from people all over the world thanking him for his messages of Love and Hope. Farewell, my brother, until we meet on the other side.

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Saturday, May 18, 2013

May 12, 2013

Dear Sis~On Tuesday they came and measured me for my execution/burial suit. Sometime soon I'll be given the details on how "the body" will be disposed of following the legally required autopsy (will my cause of death really be a mystery?). I understand the State will pay for a cremation should I choose this form of disposal (I do) and my ashes will be available at a Gainesville Funeral home; but don't quote me on that yet. Discussing the practical aspects of my upcoming death was a little disconcerting, but I took it in stride. I've been on death watch for 10 days now and I have 31 days left to live. (It seems surreal when I write that out, and just as surreal that all those around me accept this as a normal and natural thing). My cell (one of three) is next to the execution chamber so I won't have far to walk. There's another guy down here with me, his execution is set for 2 weeks before mine so assuming he doesn't get a stay I'll have a front row seat to how the final days and hours play out. Aren't I lucky?I gotta tell you, Sis, there's a big difference between contemplating your death in the abstract and seriously considering it when it's an absolute, undeniable soon-to-occur fact, when you are counting down the exact days you have left here on Schoolhouse Earth. I got little sleep the first week, perhaps 2 hours a night and then I was up and wide awake at 2:00 a.m., mind racing, thoughts all a-jumble, despite my best breathing and meditation techniques. I'd finally get my mind onto some mundane subject and then, bam!, my gut would knot up as the thought suddenly elbowed its way into my mind, theseguysaregoingtotakemenextdoorandkillmeinXnumberofdays! This still happens a dozen times a day, and more at night.When your warrant gets signed so many things suddenly become trivial. I've already thrown or given away 95% of my personal property, the stuff that for years seemed so important. All those great books I'll never get to read; reams and reams of legal work I've been dragging around, and studying, for 2 decades and which has suddenly lost its relevance. My magazines and newspapers stack up unread; I have little appetite to waste valuable, irreplaceable hours reading up on current events. Does it really matter to me now what's happening in the Middle East, or on Wall Street, or how my Miami Dolphins are looking for the upcoming new season? What's the point? Ditto the TV; I'm uninterested in wasting time watching programs that now mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. The other day I caught myself reaching for my daily vitamin. Really?, I wondered, as the absurdity hit me. Likewise, after 40 years of working out religiously, that's out the window now. Again, what's the point? Now, every decision about how to spend the next hour reminds me of Elaine in that Seinfeld episode where she had to constantly evaluate whether her boyfriends were really "sponge worthy." I spend my time in my spiritual/metaphysical books, or listening to my MP3 player, or meditating/contemplating/reflecting on life's universal mysteries.After 10 days on death watch you know what I've come away with? This shit isn't right! On so many levels! I'm not talking about me, about the particulars of my case. I mean across the board, for anyone. This institutionalized and ritualized killing of our fellow human beings, this process which, in its mundane daily regularity seeks to make this very abnormal thing normal and acceptable. It's sick, and it's crazy when you actually consider what's going on. The folks here who are thanklessly tasked with actually carrying it out, they do not like doing it. They see us, talk with us, occasionally laugh and joke with us, on a daily basis, and then one day they have to come in and kill us. Thisain'tnatural! One day, I pray, we as a nation will have an expansion of consciousness and we'll ask ourselves how we ever thought this was right.Today is Mother's Day, and as I usually do this time of year I open my photo album and look at those old black and white photos of Mom (God, she was beautiful!) and wonder how my life would have turned out differently if she had not died when I was a baby, if I'd had a mother to love me, raise me, guide and nurture me, a mom I could love, look up to, and be determined not to disappoint. These are, for now, unanswerable questions, but when I pass over to the next plane I hope to get some answers. If nothing else I'll be with Mom and Dad and that is what gives me such peace. Love & Light, Bill_________________________________________________Bill asked that I re-print this beautiful message:A Lesson not to be forgottenOne day a University student went for a walk with a very friendly Professor. As they walked they came across a man working in a field and on the road outside the field a pair of old shoes. The student said to the professor, "let's play a joke on him. We'll take away the shoes and hide them and see how he reacts when he comes out and cannot find them." The professor was a kind man and he said, "No, we won't do that. Both of us are well off. We should not make fun out of hard working poor people. Instead let us put a gold coin in each shoe and see what happens when he finds them." They did this and hid behind some bushes on the other side of the road. On finishing his work the man came out to put on his shoes. On putting on the first he felt something and looking inside took out the gold coin. Thoroughly surprised he looked all around him a number of times and seeing nobody he put the gold coin in his pocket. Then he put on the other shoe and to his even greater surprise he found another gold coin. Overcome he fell on his knees, raised his eyes to the sky and loudly praised God, thanking Him for sending him help for his sick wife, for the children who were undernourished and for His great love in providing him with this unexpected gift.The student was profoundly moved and his eyes filled with tears. "Now" said the professor "aren't you glad that we did not play the joke you suggested?" "Yes" replied the student "you have taught me a lesson I will never forget." "It is in giving that we receive" - ST FRANCIS OF ASSISI

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I have followed your blog for years. Find it by accident, thinking I would never come back to it again. But was drawn back. You both have been , can I say, part of my life. Seeing a new post each week has excited me to read how Bill has been doing. Reading this from Bill today hurt my soul. Never dreamed I would be reading what I have for the past few weeks. Wondering to myself how could this be happening, it only happen in movies. We live in a bazaar world. Please accept my heart felt sorrow. My heart goes out to both you and Bill, if you can, please tell him. May the angels be with you.

Lisa, I personally wrote to you a week ago from today through email. This post brought me to instantaneous tears. I can feel the anguish that Bill is going through, and its not right at all. Nothing about this situation is right. Bill is far too good a person to be going through this. I wish there was more that I could do. I wish I could magically write a letter to this blood thirsty governor and have him be taken off death watch and death row. it's cruel and absurd to hear them telling him the gory details of what happens after the execution. It angers me more then anything.

How is everything going by way of possibly having the execution stayed? Is that still possible? I haven't lost hope and I won't lose hope. Bills soul shines far too brightly to ever lose hope.

I want to let you know that your posts have brightened my life over the time I've read them. You have given me a lot to think about, both provocative and uplifting, and you are frequently in my thoughts.

I cannot express enough how much I am saddened by your death sentence. There are many feelings that I have, but the overriding feeling is this:

I find your impending death so completely wrong on every level because we, as a society, cannot teach others to be non-violent when using violence as an example. The idea that we execute people is the supreme example of the failure of our legal system.

If you believe it is wrong please take a scant few minutes of your life -- a life where you do not contemplate the very near end of your life where you know the minute of your death -- and send a letter speaking AGAINST Bill's death sentence.

Please write and ask that William Van Poyck's death sentence be COMMUTED:

Office of Executive Clemency4070 Esplanade WayTallahassee, FL 32399

I can get up right now, pet my dogs, walk outside to see the sky and smell the air after a rain, fry a couple of eggs over-easy and make toast with real butter...AND SO CAN YOU. You and I have real freedom. We are not expecting that Bill be given these same freedoms...we are asking that Bill not be killed in the name of legal justice on behalf of the state of Florida.

I pray that anyone who sees this comment will take any scrap of paper and write to commute Bill's sentence, a piece of paper, a napkin, a post card, anything to express that Bill's life is worthwhile to many citizens of the state of Florida.

Bill, you are in my thoughts and I pray that your attorneys manage a stay so that your sentence can be reviewed and real justice provided. Your life is so worthwhile on so many levels.

A last thought: Would any of these people who take action to end Bill's life do so if Jesus Christ had come back to us here on earth? If the answer is "No, I could not take Bill's life with Christ watching," then Bill's life should not be taken...because Christ IS watching.

God bless you Bill, I am for you and your life has deep value to me.

Lastly, thank you Lisa for loving your brother when your mother could not.

Lisa it is with a sad heart for you and your families loss that I write. I just found this site today. Please know my prayers are with you. May God Bless and comfort you in your time of sorrow. I wish I could have found the site sooner. Thank you for sharing your brother with us.

Petition to get Bill off Death Row

ACheckered Past

The Third Pillar of Wisdom

Quietus

About Me

For the past 26 years I've been confined on death row for a murder I did not commit. My mailing address is William Van Poyck #034071-Florida State Prison-7819 NW 228th St-Raiford FL 32026-1160. My 3 books, Quietus, The Third Pillar of Wisdom, and A Checkered Past are now e-books (as well as paperback) and can be found on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords. If you don't have an E-Reader like Kindle or Nook, you can download a portion of them directly to your computer and read them there.